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| - As a child of the 80s, I see the word "Hogan," I immediately think of none other than Hulk Hogan. As far as I was concerned, Hulk Hogan was truly sacred in the REAL SPORT of professional wrestling. So to drive past a place called Sacred Hogan, resulted in a U-turn to go take a look at what was evidently a shrine to the greatest wrestler in the entire world.
Okay, now that my attempt to garner your funny votes is done, truth is, I've never had Native American food in my life before. I know what an actual hogan is too, because I once inadvertently stumbled upon the real definition of a hogan when googling "hogan," thinking I'd get some cool results about Hulk Hogan.
The location is right off of Indian School Rd, near the intersection of 7th Street, and it's kind of tucked into a nondescript gray strip of stores. Parking is free. Their website said they opened at 9 am, but much to my inconvenience it was actually 10 am. No matter, I was like the second customer of the day of my visit, because I really wanted to eat at a place called Sacred Hogan.
I ordered the Navajo Taco with red chili. The frybread is so soft and naturally good. They were a little heavy on the red onions, but that's just my preference. But as a whole, everything tasted very fresh and well, natural. Nothing too salty, maybe a little on the bland side of things, but I guess that's kind of what I was expecting out of Native American food, sorry if that sounds naive. But the salsa they also provided helped. Regardless, no complaints. I cleaned my plate, and was satisfied in the process. It was good food.
It was also inexpensive. For the monstrosity of a taco, it only ran me like eight bucks. The full size of that thing could have easily sated two diners with modest appetites fairly easily.
As far as this Hulkamaniac is concerned, Sacred Hogan was a good experience. Brother.
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